“Ellie, for the love of god, you’re not getting the baby hooked on a forever looping station on the radio,” you groan as Ellie is laying near your swollen stomach as she’s blasting a song that's been repeating over and over again next to your stomach.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, don’t care. This baby is not having Jesse’s music tastes,” Ellie smirks.

“Jesse’s music taste wasn’t that bad!” You defend him with a pout and Ellie laughs, shoving the radio aside and wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Yes he did. He’ll be rolling in the fluffy clouds of heaven because I am the reason this kid has great music tastes,” she grins smugly.

“God knows what this kid would be listening to if sh*t such as clickers and bloaters didn’t exist,” you groan, leaning back into the rusted couch of the hideout you two made in the farm since Tommy was getting sick of Ellie always asking him for stuff.

“Hey!” Ellie remarks, shoving your shoulder and you laugh. “It ain’t that bad!”

You mock her and she shoves you again playfully and you laugh as you both look at each other and smile. You peck her lips, and she frowns and brings you in for a full kiss.

“I’m not here just to get a measly peck on the lips. I need full kisses to survive,” she grins and you roll your eyes playfully.